Dean Bourn, Farewell; I Never Look To See Dean, Or Thy Watery[1] Incivility. Thy Rocky Bottom, That Doth Tear Thy Streams And Makes Them Frantic Even To All Extremes, To My Content I Never Should Behold, Were Thy Streams Silver, Or Thy Rocks All Gold. Rocky Thou Art, And Rocky We Discover Thy Men, And Rocky Are Thy Ways All Over. O Men, O Manners, Now And Ever Known To Be A Rocky Generation! A People Currish, Churlish As The Seas, And Rude Almost As Rudest Savages, With Whom I Did, And May Re-Sojourn When Rocks Turn To Rivers, Rivers Turn To Men.